o collide, first must c

-

AM -

bed, but Elara was already awake, b

moment longer, breathing in t

m her nightstand and wrote, her

e a page waiting

thing new

vate secret, before slipping

-

AM - Al

the first rays of su

ala

esit

nal clock honed shar

e opened his journal, the leather

tarts with a mo

Waiting

the tension from his shoulders, preparing to step i

he didn't k

uld be d

-

AM -

lways smelled like cinnamo

s heart feel s

bookstore, ordering her usual:

y the window, flipping open

ve that feel

d. Soft m

licate

he margin without thinking, ch

-

AM - Al

felt like a ca

ling - Alexander decided not

k jeans, a charcoal sweat

y detail,

m and t

ticed before, the smell of espresso

and biting, and - strangely - pu

what I'm looki

e, I want t

sat heavy

-

AM -

as she sipped her chai, lost in he

he tall man steppin

s voice hitched slightly, as if st

t kept

al, it'll find

s of an ordi

-

AM - Al

zy café without really seeing it - until

ie

le, at fir

, messy hair,

tened unexpectedly, an inst

coffee

rned

allest seconds d

-

AM -

closed her journal, and s

r, she brushed past a tall m

ulder, the faintest

ricity. A bre

"Sorry," without lo

dn't explain - simply nodded, barely catching a glimpse of

-

AM - Al

door swing cl

he opened in his che

ost st

alled af

would he

pulled his journal c

touched

like books a

time in years...

-

AM -

utumn air kiss

bookstore, journal pressed

hy her heart felt

t of her whispered: *

d, smiling at her

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when two destined

--

0 AM -

melled like old

love

wsing the aisles, the clink of cof

earranging displays, helping custome

er mind kept

he c

er she hadn't

pulled her journal from und

agic in th

why it ache

en against her lip before slipping t

-

AM - Ale

boardroom like a storm bo

ady underway, but the second h

ked to him -

er his chin, listening to pi

rp edges and c

ye

ack to that fleeting brush of a

sof

for the small notebook he always kept inside h

astes bitt

ught a glimpse of

with a quiet snap and

tracti

a man

-

PM -

eaten behind the counter,

city moved on

hing small and st

pe

ng

bite and scrib

e life I wan

e lonel

-

PM - Al

ce, a half-eaten steak sandwich

eamed like mirrors

ently, the faint memory of vanilla and

gain, letting the words

builds

second, someone s

at the ink

imself back into work mode, burying the ac

-

PM -

n faded into

ion, brushing dust from the cover

ation, and without thinking, she

hat matters," she sai

it's in

sted heavy o

ted them down

oesn't mean

t things are the one

-

PM - Al

tin

ll

tra

ed him under l

kened to soft golds and grays, Alexan

ut her - that f

spare moment

ere, she's breath

ng. Un

e strange

strang

-

PM -

closed with

gging her coat tighter ag

lled to

how

a.

ry waiting to spill

ld dream of something

-

PM - Al

rt nod, the office growing eerily stil

hedding the sharp mask

e city, a girl with a journal and stardust

patient and cunn